He came back to the brothel long after midnight, skin prickling with the raw memory of Lilith's words and the need she'd left behind. The city was quieter, but the brothel was not. Damon barely noticed the sights and sounds this time, barely noticed the whores grinding on their clients, the cackling demons counting coin, the haze of lust and magic clinging to the velvet curtains and thick air. The only thing that mattered was the animal hunger burning through his veins, and the promise of Lilith's challenge. He didn't knock, didn't ask, just strode straight for her den.
Lilith was waiting, naked except for her jewelry, sprawled on the bed like a goddess bored of worship. The lamplight flickered across her skin, turning every curve into temptation, every shadow into threat. Her tail curled around her ankle, gold rings glinting at the tip. She watched him with a lazy, satisfied smile, eyes drinking in the sight of him: already hard, hungry, desperate, furious.
"Back so soon?" she purred. "I was hoping you'd last the night before crawling in here."
He said nothing, letting her see everything in his eyes. The rage. The need. The stubborn, hopeless want that made him ache. She laughed—a low, rich sound that shivered down his spine.
"Good. You're learning. Come here, demon." She didn't need to tell him twice.
He crossed the room in three strides. She caught his wrist as he reached her, pulling him down on top of her. Their bodies fit together like an old sin—her skin burning against his, her tits pressed to his chest, her thighs already parting around his waist.
Her pussy was wet and ready, but more than that—it was alive. The heat radiated from her core, her lips pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Damon's cock brushed her slit, and her muscles flexed, sucking him in before he could even push forward.
He groaned, the sensation too much, too intense—her inner walls squeezed and stroked him, not passively but with will, like a hundred skilled fingers working in harmony, twisting, gripping, milking every inch of his cock. Every nerve in his body fired at once.
"Holy fuck," he managed, voice strangled.
Lilith laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper. "That's right. My pussy isn't just for show. Let's see if you're worthy of it."
He thrust into her, hips driving, and she took every inch greedily. Her muscles contracted, rippling around him, squeezing his cock with a rhythm that defied sanity. It was like being fisted and stroked at the same time, pressure and pleasure mixed so perfectly he thought he might explode instantly.
Lilith arched her back, hair spilling over the pillows. "Come on, Damon. Show me what you've got. Or are you just another weak little monster with too much mouth and not enough cock?"
He growled, burying himself in her until their hips slapped together, his balls pressed tight to her ass. Her walls tightened again, then loosened, then tightened harder, as if her body was testing him, training him, demanding he fuck her harder or get out.
He gave her everything he had, hips pounding, sweat pouring down his back, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Her claws raked down his spine, not drawing blood but marking him anyway. She smiled, a flash of fangs, and then her cervix dropped down to meet him.
It wasn't normal. Nothing about her was. Her cervix pressed against his cockhead, lips parting, then it moved—suction, velvet, an impossible sensation like a mouth forming around him deep inside her. It sucked and licked, moving up and down his tip, coaxing him, milking him with skill that no mortal woman could ever match.
Damon lost his rhythm, hips stuttering, gasping with every new movement inside her. Her womb opened, and he felt the walls inside come alive with dozens of tiny tongues, licking and teasing his cockhead every time he bottomed out.
Lilith moaned, low and savage, digging her nails into his ass. "That's it, little sword. Take it all. Can you handle a real demon's cunt? Or are you going to break?"
He barely heard her. He was already teetering on the edge, every thrust a battle between surrender and survival. The pleasure was overwhelming, too sharp to endure. He tried to slow down, tried to last, but Lilith's body was relentless. The tongues inside her womb flicked and licked and teased, her cervix sucked at his tip, her walls twisted and squeezed him, milking every drop of pleasure until he couldn't take another second.
He came hard, groaning against her throat, cock throbbing as he filled her womb with his first load. Lilith shuddered, arching up, eyes rolling back as her womb contracted, drinking down his cum like a starving thing. He could feel her body savoring it, no drip escaping, every drop claimed and stored deep inside.
She purred, stroking his hair. "Good. A real demon fills the womb first. But we're just getting started."
She rolled him over, pushing him onto his back before he could catch his breath. His cock, impossibly, was still hard—if anything, harder than before, throbbing and eager for more. Lilith grinned, straddling his hips, her tail wrapping around his thigh.
She rode him like she was claiming territory, hips grinding, ass bouncing, waist twisting in ways that made him gasp and curse. Her pussy muscles danced around his cock, milking him even as she fucked herself deeper. Her tits bounced above him, sweat running between them, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
She leaned forward, pressing her tits to his face. "Suck," she commanded. "Bite. Worship me."
He latched onto her nipple, sucking hard, biting just enough to make her shiver. Her tail slapped his balls, first a tease, then harder, in time with the brutal rhythm of her hips. The pain mixed with the pleasure, sending shockwaves through his nerves, making him groan and buck up into her.
Lilith laughed, riding him harder, her voice raw and wild. "That's it! Don't hold back, demon. Give me everything. I want to see if you break, or if you're worth keeping."
He couldn't hold back if he tried. Her cunt was a vise, a paradise, a torture device. He sucked her tits, licked her sweat, groaned into her flesh as she fucked him senseless. Her tail slapped and squeezed his balls, sending jolts of sensation straight through his cock to his brain.
He felt the second orgasm building, heavier and hotter than the first. His whole body shook, hips snapping up to meet her every thrust. She squeezed him inside, her womb tongues swirling over his cockhead, her cervix pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
He came again, harder than before, flooding her womb a second time. Lilith threw her head back, moaning like a beast, riding out the orgasm as she milked him for every drop.
She collapsed on top of him for a moment, hair tangled across his chest, pussy still pulsing around his cock. He lay there, dizzy and spent, barely able to breathe.
But Lilith wasn't done. She slid down his body, lips trailing over his stomach, nails dragging gently over his skin. She wrapped her lips around his cock, licking up the mix of their fluids, sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue was longer than human, forked at the tip, swirling over his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside, making him groan despite the ache of overstimulation.
She took him deep, throat relaxing, swallowing him inch by inch. He felt her throat move around him, muscles squeezing, milking, the sensation as perfect as her pussy—no, more, because he could feel her tongues echoing down the length of her throat, licking from the tip of his cock down to his balls.
Her tail slid up his thigh, teasing his ass, circling the rim, then pressing inside. It was slick and warm, curling around his prostate and massaging him with inhuman skill. Damon's eyes rolled back, his body jerked, a wave of pleasure crashing through him that was almost painful.
Lilith sucked him harder, tongue lashing, throat swallowing, tail pumping his prostate, until he came again, balls emptying, cum flooding her throat. She swallowed it all, not spilling a drop, then licked him clean with a satisfied, filthy smile.
She stood, stretching, her pussy still swollen and full of his seed. She glanced down, running her fingers through her folds, then licking her own juices from her hand. "You did well, demon," she purred. "Not many survive a night with me. You can sleep here tonight. I'll be bathing."
He tried to answer, but his voice was gone. He was spent, trembling, body wrung dry, soul buzzing with strange new power and exhaustion. He barely noticed as Lilith disappeared into her private bath, the sound of water and humming drifting from the next room.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to move, every nerve still singing with the aftermath of Lilith's assault. He'd never been so thoroughly used, so completely emptied. His cock ached, his balls felt hollow, his body a patchwork of pleasure and bruises. His mind swirled with images: her cunt milking him, her womb tongues licking, her tail violating and healing all at once.
He started to drift, the edges of sleep pulling at him, when the world shimmered and a new voice echoed inside his skull.
DICKORD SYSTEM ONLINE.
Quest Complete: Survive Lilith.
Rewards calculating…
New Skill: Incubus Endurance Unlocked.
Welcome to Desire's Dock, Damon.
A rush of magic filled him, a wave of strength returning to his battered limbs, his cock twitching in anticipation even as he groaned in protest.
He realized, through the haze of exhaustion and satisfaction, that Lilith hadn't just fucked him—she'd tested him, claimed him, initiated him into something darker, hungrier, and far more dangerous than he'd ever known.
He closed his eyes, letting the last of his strength bleed away, and heard the system's promise: more quests, more pleasure, more pain, and endless chances to prove he belonged.
He had survived Lilith. For now.
The night pressed close. Damon slept, a weapon reborn, the taste of Lilith still thick on his tongue, her cum-rich womb the only proof he'd done the impossible.
And in the darkness, the city waited, hungry for the next round.